~ Becca ~
I found out about Brielle the same way I’d found out about everything else in this mess.
Accidentally.
And just a little too late.
I was at a gallery opening with Jace. One of those things where everyone pretends they understand art and drinks bad wine out of expensive glasses. I didn’t hate it. I didn’t love it either. But Jace liked it, and that mattered more than I wanted to admit.
He stood close to me without touching me. Not hovering. Not controlling. Just there. Like an anchor I could grab if the room started to tilt.
Stephen was across the space.
Of course he was.
And Brielle was with him.
She looked… off.
Not dramatic-off. Not crying-off. Just tight. Like she was holding herself together with string and caffeine. Her smile was too sharp. Her laugh came half a se
